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My Dear Poet Nov 2021
I’ve been asleep
inside my head
my pillow is soft
but my blanket like lead
falling off
it slips
I doze
My feet come cold
my toes
exposed
I tug and turn
inside my dream
I pull and stretch
and tear the seam
And in my sleep
I spill the wind
dreams of
frosts that ****
and a sun that grins
Now with the chill
against my chest
I wake with eyes
that find no rest
between winter sheets
I’m as cold as dead
It’s just a leak
in my waterbed
My Dear Poet Nov 2021
Be yourself
there isn’t anyone else
who’d be a better YOU

Don’t be me
and be blind to see
all that YOU could be

Don’t be them
and fail when
they ask for all YOU are

For even then
one can’t pretend
being YOU is best by far
My Dear Poet Nov 2021
Sitting on the side
of the eclipse
we’re hanging off it’s edge
I’m thinking of you too
dangling off your ledge
I’ll be counting
to number three
and then, I will let go
So I can catch you if you fall
if you count on me
and follow
My Dear Poet Nov 2021
Today I forgot
the very thing I lost
I forgot I lost it
I forgot what it was

Tomorrow I found
in my memory tossed
what was not there
where all along
it never was
What M.C.Escher is to Art
poetry can be
https://moa.byu.edu/m-c-eschers-relativity/
My Dear Poet Nov 2021
Pins upon my pillow
puncturing my brain
Sprinkling out my dreams
like sleeping in the rain
Flowing out my nightmares
Rivers run in my bed
Swimming in my dreaming
Plugging holes in my head
My mattress is floating
My soul is sinking slow
Down the river drowning
and in my dreams, I row…row… row…
My Dear Poet Nov 2021
We are the poets
that dare to be

We are the poets
who dream without sleep

We are the poets
who soar without flight

We are the poets
who see without sight

We are the poets
who scribe without book

We are the poets
who sing without song

We are the poets
who are
and are not

and always will be
My Dear Poet Nov 2021
Friends come and go at whim
but blood flows freely beneath the skin
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